Disclaimer: (sigh) Honest to God. They're JP's. You don't see: By Destiny " on MR3? DO YOU??? Lol. No. you don't.

Max POV

Sometimes I honestly wondered about the Max Ride bank card. Where did all that money come from? Why did they give this to us? They were trying to kill us for freaking crying out loud!!! So did they say, "Hey. Let's give the mutants a card to keep them alive enough for us to go after them for more fun." I sighed. No. Probably not. But then again… It was Jeb who planted all of that and kept me from dying out there.

But he still betrayed us. Nothing ever takes away the pain of betrayal. Ever.

"Watcha thinking?" I nearly jumped as Fang sat down on the couch in our hotel room next to me. Yes. Hotel room. I got sick and tire and fed up with sleeping in caves and having ham on a stick. I didn't answer Fang's question. I just kept flipping the Bank card through my fingers over and over again. "Max. I can smell the smoke. Either tell me what's killing your brain or blow us up with it."

I sighed and turned my head slightly to the left to stare at him. "I do like it better when you didn't talk."

He smirked a little. I think. "C'mon Max. Everybody else is sleeping. We should be too. But no. You're sitting on the couch in the dark playing with a bank card. Tell me there isn't anything wrong with that."

"There isn't," I snapped. "I just…" I broke off, realizing that my voice had just cracked. I took a deep breath and it came out shuddering. Fang put his arm slowly around my waist and I leaned into him.

"Max… just tell me," he breathed, his breath tickling my ear. I shook my head.

I didn't exactly understand why I didn't want to tell Fang. I mean, I've known him for all my life, right? I should trust him. But this was not a matter of trust. My pride was on the line. And that plus the fact that I very much liked Fang's arm around me didn't help much. I couldn't even—

"Max?"

"Uh… y-yeah?"

"Tell now. Or I'll forceyou to tell me." His voice sounded threatening yet, there was something else underneath it. I couldn't place my finger on it. It was something I'd never heard in Fang's tone ever.

"Force me. Ha. By what? Threatening to break up the Flock?" Oops. Bad Max! No unleashing problems on Fang!

"No…" he hissed. Great. I'd made him mad at me. But… that thing in his voice. Nervousness? Nah. Fang couldn't be nervous. He's… Fang. ""Not the Flock. I was thinking more along the lines of this…" Maybe I was right. Whoa. Fang was—

All my thoughts hit a brick wall when I felt Fang's lips on mine. The thoughts sort of bounced back and started flying everywhere.

Fang was kissing me. Again.

Very hesitantly, I began to kiss him back. Was this the right thing to do? Was I even—

No worries. I was kissing Fang. I. Was. Kissing. Fang. Fang. Fang.

He finally pulled back, a small flush on his cheeks. He took a deep breath, as did I, both of us startled out of our minds. "What were you thinking about?" He croaked out hoarsely.

"You," I blurted. My hands came up to smack over my mouth. Had I just said that out loud? From the smirk on Fang's face, I think I did.

"Even before …that?"

"Yes," I squeaked from behind my hands.

Fang gently pulled my hands off of my mouth. "Good to know I'm not the only one whose brain is rendered to smoke by thinking of one person."

He leaned in as if to kiss me again and I pulled back. "What?"

"Alright, if you must know… I've been thinking of you a lot. Mostly you on Valium."

He leaned in again—God, this boy and his hormones—and I leaned back yet again. "Why me on Valium?" I asked.

Fang sighed heavily, pulling me closer to him. "Because you said the one thing that my fourteen year old self has wanted to hear—but at the wrong time."

"Why the wrong time?"

"Because I can't tell if you meant it," he whispered, his voice so soft I wasn't quite sure if I'd heard correctly.

"I… I…" what was I supposed to say? He just admitted that he loved me and I can't even come up with anything to say to him. Or… "I love you." Fang head snapped up to look at me. "And I'm not on drugs right now, I'm not tired at all and my mind is functioning perfectly right now." I added indignantly.

Fang smiled, just a little, but it was enough to light up the entire hotel room. Well—in my point of view. "I love you too," he breathed. He sounded as though he'd just had a ten thousand ton weight lifted off his chest. He met my eyes, smiling a little bit more. "Can I kiss you now?" He asked.

"Maybe I do like you better now that you talk more…" I mused before his lips were crushed to mine. I smiled against his lips, happier than I'd ever felt in my entire life.

Fang loved me. And he meant it.

And I loved him back. I was just too much of a chicken to admit it.

Fang pulled back, sighing. "What are you thinking about now that could possibly blow us to bits?"

I grinned widely at him. "I love you. And you love me. I was just turning that over in my mind. Fang and Max. Max and Fang." I looked back to his face, for I'd looked away while speaking. "It has a ring to it, dontcha think?"

Fang gave me a full blown grin this time. "Yeah. It's got a ring to it. A good one too," he added before going to kiss me again.

A/N—fluffy. Cute. :) That was fun to write. Review please!!!!!! Lol.